Page 29 of Starting Over with You
“The best,” she agrees, lying back down as I lean on my elbow, still nursing my coffee. “I texted the boys for you. They know you were out late.”
I pat her cheek. “You’re a good egg too, my sweet Skyye.”
She beams as she leans into my hand. “Did you have fun last night?”
I swallow hard as the reminder of the amount of Fireball I inhaled comes back at full force. I grimace. “I did. Drank entirely too much.”
Skyye’s eyes dance with mischief. “Mom is currently facedown in her bed, also begging for death.”
“What? How disgraceful. She’s giving SI a bad name.”
We snicker together as I take another sip of my coffee. “That’s what Dad said.”
I’m taken back to the moment I wrapped my body around his. I really shouldn’t be flinging myself off bars like that, but I was so excited to see him. When those blue eyes met mine, I realized how greatly I’d missed him. His quick smiles, his steadiness. When my body wrapped around his, I got that sense of home.
Safety.
I ignore the voice telling me I also enjoyed the feel of my body wrapped around his a little too much.
Nothing good can come from that voice.
I’m newly divorced, and Dean is my best friend’s brother and my sister’s baby daddy.
Not that he sees me as anything more.
I blow out a breath as I shake my head. “Has anyone spoken to Sadie?”
Skyye grins. “She took the kids to day camp and went to work, unlike you two bums. Her words, not mine.”
Sounds like Sadie. Before I can laugh or even agree, Skyye’s phone sounds. She brings it up, then snorts. She shows me her text, and I’m grinning just as wide.
Dad
What did one wall say to the other wall? “I’ll meet you at the corner.”
Dad
Love you, miss you, mean it.
I look over at her, and she shrugs. “He tells me dad jokes every day. He was in a rush to get back to the firehouse when he dropped off y’all’s coffees.”
I don’t know why I’m surprised by how great of a dad Dean is. My childhood is a testament to his caring nature. “I swear, there is nothing wrong with your dad.” She shrugs, and I bring in my brows. “What?”
“He’s lonely.”
“Lonely?” I ask with a laugh. “He can have anyone he wiggles that stache at.”
Skyye wheezes with laughter, and I cuddle into her. She meets my gaze, sadness filling her features. “But he hasn’t had anyone.”
I frown, but before I can comment, I hear movement in the kitchen before the voice of a man I assume is my sister’s husband. “Why did he bring you coffee?”
Skyye rolls her eyes as she turns to her back, looking out the door. I glance over, and sure enough, I can see into the kitchen where my sister is leaning across the counter, holding her coffee and her head. Nyle stands above her, irritation all over his face as he reaches out his hand to where she is nursing her coffee. Nyle has always been a decent-looking guy, like the kind you trust until he’s slimy and grabs your ass. I have never seen Dean lose his shit like he did the day Nyle grabbed Sadie’s butt. He beat the snot out of the dude, and now he’s married to Missy.
Messy with a capital M.
“Because he knew I’d need it,” she mumbles. “I don’t know why it matters.”
“Because it’s my job to get you coffee!”
